Still trying to recognize the scent as it slowly fades
Remembering how the flowers flew that day
Playing across the land, growing less and less carefree
Never knowing the weather would change in an instant
I remember playing among the flowers with you
How joyful and beautiful our laughter was
I remember competing with you to take a breath
Walking through such fragrant air, a wondrous century
By this day, I'm afraid I'll have forgotten everything
Those memories, absurd and yet so bittersweet
By this day, I won't be so mischievous with you anymore
Let's promise to play again in the next century
- Anthony Wong, "Play Again in the Next Century"
It's so well written, woo woo woo, madam, is there any follow-up to this article?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I just clicked on a game and happened to search for it, and then I fell into a trap because I didn't look at the directory, blah blah blah!